<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:36:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in school</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-1888279712127987577</id><published>2009-03-07T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:44:14.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maths Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not blogged for 4 days! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Maths Day was... crazimefying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all started at 8 PM sharp on Wednesday, not knowing that it had already started an hour ago. We were ready for WMD, with all the strategies and warm-up tricks taught by the one and only Chin San, but we SO did not know what was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin San, Chin Loong, Alexandra, and Alexis were our class motivaters since the start. Ronald, on the other hand, was our class reminder of the prize that lay ahead, which was, satay, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJI3JJSCkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xJlBTFblzS0/s1600-h/Msn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJI3JJSCkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xJlBTFblzS0/s400/Msn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310387022808091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us were online till 11. I went off at 11 too, after contributing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 hours&lt;/span&gt; of maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School came and the class weren't caring much about WMD, till Alexis got herself and the class excited for it. Both Alexis and I went searching for Mr. Alvin by second period to ask him whether we could use the hall by then. And yes, that was when it all officially began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJOAyJGW1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ygk3RKpqT3Q/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJOAyJGW1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ygk3RKpqT3Q/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310392685990140754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there till break aaand continued after break. We weren't suppose to continue on till lunch but after the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"amazing performance"&lt;/span&gt;, the class was chosen to stay back after school TILL 8. Yes fellow blog readers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till 8&lt;/span&gt;. At night. We played like mad students and managed to get top 5 of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJOAkB4ojI/AAAAAAAAARg/70KGeGl3zRU/s1600-h/Status+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJOAkB4ojI/AAAAAAAAARg/70KGeGl3zRU/s400/Status+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310392682201784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7 1/2 hours of maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the 7 students of our class who stayed back up till 8. By the end of the day, I had already collected enough points to get 20 marks for my Maths Mid-Sem Exam. Before the day ended, our placings were dropped because of the CIS team and those darn Turkish. I was bloody exhausted by the time I got back home. Slept like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning arrived and the next thing you know it, I was back in the hall tapping away. 12 4 35  12 63 7 3 1 5 31 12 45 67...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;. I kid you not. And YES once again readers, TILL 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4c6vaiI/AAAAAAAAASw/VE42ywA3Y4I/s1600-h/Ron.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 42px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4c6vaiI/AAAAAAAAASw/VE42ywA3Y4I/s400/Ron.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310395841388702242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I actually played with a Ronald L. But he/she was from China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4ExMtxI/AAAAAAAAASo/cnWhP6gXHkU/s1600-h/GL1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 44px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4ExMtxI/AAAAAAAAASo/cnWhP6gXHkU/s400/GL1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310395834906228498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I played with CHINLOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4Bysv1I/AAAAAAAAASg/hpoRNhAUBPo/s1600-h/GL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 46px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ4Bysv1I/AAAAAAAAASg/hpoRNhAUBPo/s400/GL.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310395834107215698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I played with CHINLOONG again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ3ZXyo8I/AAAAAAAAASY/uUXrNKUE11E/s1600-h/GC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJQ3ZXyo8I/AAAAAAAAASY/uUXrNKUE11E/s400/GC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310395823256937410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I BEAT CHIN LOONG/SAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJPPniKFoI/AAAAAAAAASI/HaQLNB1q35Q/s1600-h/Ce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJPPniKFoI/AAAAAAAAASI/HaQLNB1q35Q/s320/Ce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310394040352118402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture shows you how the competition was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"conquered"&lt;/span&gt; by the Cempakans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And how lifeless we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We over took Form 1 during the final hours... Just kidding, Haha. We over took them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; before the day ended. After break to be exact :) So our aims were to maintain being third in the world, to get through the day, and to get our satays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPRISINGLY, we got third in the world. Whopie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had our share of satay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJSj35AKTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/uCbPtyDhHd0/s1600-h/Final.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJSj35AKTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/uCbPtyDhHd0/s400/Final.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310397686875171122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof. * Note the results and the "keep playing" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-1888279712127987577?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1888279712127987577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/1888279712127987577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/1888279712127987577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-adventure.html' title='The Maths Adventure'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXfN3vcO2Qw/SbJI3JJSCkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xJlBTFblzS0/s72-c/Msn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-8891704082261619922</id><published>2009-03-02T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:09:02.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wsaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Good Evening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was EXHAUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I came to school late because BOTH of my cars could not start. All of us had to send my mom to work and my sisters to school. Bummer. I had Handball practice and Dance class after school. I decided to go for the dance class first and then join handball practice at 4.30 pm. I also had Bm tuition, but I ended up not going because I was too tired to move from my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father just requested me to go offline now. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-8891704082261619922?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8891704082261619922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/03/wsaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/8891704082261619922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/8891704082261619922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/03/wsaaaaa.html' title='Wsaaaaa'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-4699127760583226149</id><published>2009-02-27T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:34:50.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep swimming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SagHpuyi4RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QpEXFa2geKs/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SagHpuyi4RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QpEXFa2geKs/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500574372192530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hello readers!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Swimming Gala this year was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Surprisingly, SELADANG won this year. Harimau came in second. Beruang, shamelessly came in third. And last but not least, Helang :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I slept over Sara Suhaili's house the night of Swimming Gala. I was glad that I could spend time with her cause I don't get to see her that much in school. We baked cupcakes and went swimming. Sara's house is very lovely. She just moved in a month ago to Bukit Kiara. Anyone interested for her address, ask me. :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We went to Swimming Gala together the next day. We were an hour late but, oh well. There were alot people by then. I didn't see Datin Freida that day. But I did saw Dr. Rizal snapping pictures everywhere. I was cheering with the other Beruangs, soon after I arrived in Cheras. I nearly got a sore throat, like last year, but thankfully I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There were many things for sale in the Bazaar this year. Some very odd stuff too, like organic vegetables and strawberries. There was a vegetarian cooking competition too. Very random right? I know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After Swimming Gala, Athira, Iwawan Shi Fen and I followed Sara back to her house to swim. Like what Iwawan told us, "we're swimming because everyone else did today". That was very true. It was a well-deserved swim for all of us as we were all sweaty and hot by then.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Overall, I think last weekend was one of the most memorable weekends I had this year. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Games Carnival here I come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-4699127760583226149?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4699127760583226149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-keep-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/4699127760583226149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/4699127760583226149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just keep swimming.....'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SagHpuyi4RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QpEXFa2geKs/s72-c/IMG_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-5106172781819140184</id><published>2009-02-15T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:43:35.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll get more interesting, I promise you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The last time I've posted something up in this very sad looking blog was exactly a month and 5 days ago. This means I'm suppose to be having approximately 16 post by now but I've only done 2. 2 very sad looking posts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry teacher.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay. I'll just tell you readers what I've been doing for the pass 6 days of my life. Why 6? Well frankly nothing really interesting had happened 6 days before today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11/02/09 Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I skipped lesson that day and went to Cochrane, KL, for the annual MSSMKL Netball. For the first time this year, I represented school in the under-18 team, instead of the under-15 team. The players of 2007's netball team were reunited again this year to continue the winning strike of becoming the Champions of Zon Bangsar, which were successfully achieved by Cempaka for 3 years consecutively. I was positioned as the Goal Shooter this year. In total, we played 3 games that day. We managed to win all of the games and we were qualified to go to the semi-finals on Friday. We were ecstatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12/02/09 Thurday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was school as per normal that day. We had our last netball practice of this year's "Netball Season" after school and then I had accounts tuition. Sandra, the Head of CCB, and also to the Deputy Head Prefect asked me to help out with the Valentine's Day orders. When I got to Sivagamii's house, they were practically finished with the orders. The only thing I had to do was cut strips of ribbon, tie the ribbons to the brownies' boxes and eat dinner with a bunch of other form 5's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13/02/09 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday the 13th. A day known to be as the worst of luck day. Not for me!! We won MSSMKL Netball and we represented Zon Bangsar once again. :) Adding to that, the under-15 team also brought back the gold plus the primary managed to win the second place. That day was by far one of the best days of my life in 2009. It felt so awesome to be winning the competition yet again. What was even more awesome was the victory lunch after that. We got treated by Dr. Rizal to lunch in Chillis. We somehow got high on the Chocolate Molten Cake when we were in the bus and that in turn made us laugh non-stop. And again shall I say, that is definitly one of the highlights to be rememebered of this year. The only down side of that day was the fact that I sprained my left ring finger. Observe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SZlfCbnQ3VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PpwmkeOdbA0/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SZlfCbnQ3VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PpwmkeOdbA0/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303374531582287186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;14/02/09 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day. Despite all the fun I had on Friday, I missed Valentine's celebration in school. With the help of Athira and Mei Jing, all my flowers and chocolates were taken and given for me. I went to Janda Baik with my family. We were planning to spend the night there. Valentine's Day was definitely fun because I could spend it with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15/02/09 Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up my homework and recovered from the hectic week. I couldn't do much homework though. My finger was still swollen and it was painful when I wrote anything down. I got back home from Janda Baik and continued my recovery by watching TV and surfing the Net.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/02/09 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today. Came back to school. School went by fairly quick. I started this post during English (as  instructed) and here I am now 6 hours later. Still updating it. I went for BM tuition just an hour ago. I plan on finishing my homework due for tomorrow and watch TV later on in the night. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Good BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-5106172781819140184?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5106172781819140184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-time-ive-posted-something-up-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/5106172781819140184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/5106172781819140184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-time-ive-posted-something-up-in.html' title='It&apos;ll get more interesting, I promise you.'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTAEyp3xUcU/SZlfCbnQ3VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PpwmkeOdbA0/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-7829700831862755341</id><published>2009-01-11T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:49:48.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Considering it is already the end of the week and I am suppose to write 3 post minimum per week, I'll just have to get back with Cik Azura about the questions and problems I face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to update my blog because I have been away for the weekend. My family and I just came back from our weekend home in Janda Baik, Pahang. Last year, we usually go there every weekend. This weekend I managed to finish my Commonwealth Essay that's due on this coming friday. Speaking of Commonwealth Essays, I wrote one last year about Janda Baik. :) So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Farah Zahidah bt. Mohd Azhari&lt;br /&gt;Class: Form 3 Cempaka&lt;br /&gt;Topic: 3. EITHER This is where I live OR These are the things which make me who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wake up in the morning, draw open curtains, and push the windows wide to let in the crisp fresh air. A bald-headed eagle swoops down through the sky and lands onto a meranti tree near by. No, I am not on a holiday. Neither am I on a safari trip. This is my home, and this is where our family live, besides at our home in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our house is nestled in a secluded area of the Titiwangsa highland range in the Malaysian state of Pahang. Although located next to a forest reserve, our nearest village called Janda Baik, is just half an hour away from the bustling city of Kuala Lumpur. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; The house, positioned on a steep slope, overlooks a  270 degree angle of the amazingly green scenery. It is a wonderful retreat to go to after five days of a hectic schedule as a student. The refreshingly natural environment is also a nice place to recharge ourselves before facing the stressful routine of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our home, which we call Pondok Rimba, is the habitat of a myriad of wildlife. Troops of baboons consisting 10 to 20 members, continually intrude into our compound, stealing any source of food they can find. Without any notice, precious durian fruit from our trees would gradually decrease one by one. Female wild boars, another frequent visitor, often bring their young to wander around the edge of the river, hoping to find food. Various species of frogs are heard every night croaking loudly depriving me from peaceful sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A 3 meter wide river in front of our house gushes with clear water from the mountain. A dip in its strong current sends shivers up my spine, yet it is an undeniably refreshing experience on a hot afternoon. Our free time is also spent fishing at our man-made lake which is conveniently positioned at the side of our compound. The lake, which draws water from an uphill stream, is full of various fresh water fish which often end up as tasty dishes for lunch. Recently, painting has also been a favourite past time here, with the beautiful scenic landscapes becoming the subject of my paintings. The blank spaces of our corridor walls have now been decorated by creative works of art which have been proudly done by my mother and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every night spent in this home, I retire to a room where I can imagine myself as being in another world; a Moroccan paradise, where I can sleep in a four-poster bed draped with white linen all around the beams. A luscious dark purple colored duvet with lots of cushions decorates my queen sized bed. Richly coloured curtains hang from the windows, through which the tropical sunlight is diffused, adding to the romantic ambience. Arabian brass lights hanging from the ceiling give my room another touch of the mystical Moroccan style. It is a simply delightful room that harks back to another era.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The interior of the master bedroom has been inspired by a traditional Asian cultural perspective. The headboard of the king-sized bed, a Balinese carved wooden screen, separates the sleeping area and the walk-in wardrobe. Wooden floor boards have also played a part in making the room feel more serene. Built in front of the bedroom, and in front of the living and dining areas, is an open deck providing us with a relaxing place to take in the views of the tropical surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With temperatures approximately eight to ten degrees cooler than in the city, my father had strong intentions that we were to live with the cool breeze and without the use of any air conditioning. His decision of having an eco-friendly home was even extended to the usage of river water instead of piped water for our supply. In addition, our own organic vegetables are grown on the slopes, and because we have no rubbish collection system, we have had to become smart in our recycling and disposal of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grand entrance is the heart and soul of the house. Beginning at the bottom of the slope, blocks of granite and cement, create the first few steps of the long climb uphill. It is then gradually followed by steep wooden ones as you get to the top. The doorway, an ornately carved archway, leads you to the centre of the house where the man-made river flows from the pond and cascades down the front of the house. The bedrooms of the house lie along the left of the hill slope, while the living room and kitchen lie on the opposite side. Both the living and kitchen areas have their ceilings exposed showing the clay tiles and allowing good ventilation. An eight feet long teak table, made from recycled old wooden beams, fills the dining room and is the centre of many of our close family meals and discussions. The kitchen is also one of my mothers favourite spaces, where much of the time is spent making up delicious meals for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My father has been the rock behind the idea and design of our house . He has been particularly intrigued by the old architectural elements of traditional Southeast Asian houses. Together as  a family we have passionately made this as a hobby, to preserve and appreciate this rapidly disappearing heritage. For that reason, our house was designed to incorporate old artifacts. Dismantled beams and walls which have been restored from century old malay houses have widely been used in the construction of the house. My father who has also been avidly collecting antiques for the past few years, has adorned the house with lots of interesting treasures. Our house is an interesting combination of old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With all these wonders around me, both with the beautiful natural environment and with the lovely house itself, I often feel overwhelmingly grateful and do truly appreciate the precious gifts that surround us. This is where I live, and it truly is, for me and my family, heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No copywrights. Cik Azura, if by any chance you're reading this, please take the time to grade my essay. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-7829700831862755341?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7829700831862755341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/01/considering-it-is-already-end-of-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/7829700831862755341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/7829700831862755341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/01/considering-it-is-already-end-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666990961600204044.post-3434402639856250246</id><published>2009-01-07T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:26:28.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my blog for English. I was assigned to create a new blog by my new english teacher, Cik Azura, and write about my daily life. When I first heard what I had to do I was very excited because I love blogging. I have another personal blog which is http://fazadezazu.blogspot.com. If you are coincidentally very jobless now, you are welcome to click on that url link and read my other blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told about this assignment by my dear friend Athira Fatima on Monday. She explained to me all the intructions Cik Azura gave to the class (I was at the hall for Orientation Day) and emphasized on specific things like no swearing, no short form writing, and of course, no broken English. Just so you know, Cik Azura, those are very hard expectations for me to do and that I am trying really hard to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wondering whether I can express myself through this blog in a more "colourful" way. Cik Azura may I:&lt;br /&gt;-use emoticons?&lt;br /&gt;-type in coloured fonts?&lt;br /&gt;-use punctuations excessively?&lt;br /&gt;-post up pictures, songs or videos?&lt;br /&gt;-customize my blog?&lt;br /&gt;-be more informal when typing about things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Cik Azura will get back to me before I do my second post. &lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666990961600204044-3434402639856250246?l=fazadeezazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3434402639856250246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/01/first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/3434402639856250246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666990961600204044/posts/default/3434402639856250246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazadeezazu.blogspot.com/2009/01/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Farah Zahidah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452197163451090815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
